Ray WinstoneQuotes

Ray: [[w:ejaculation|spunking out; [w:face|his mooey; [w:nose|His hooter's; [w:teeth|his railings; [w:vodka|vodka; [w:snooping|I'm having a little mooch about] She took his dinner in to him once. Me mum, in the pub, and plonked it in front of him on a tray. Knife and fork, salt and pepper. He said, "What's that?" She said, "It's your dinner. I thought you might be hungry. You ain't eaten for three fucking days. You live in here, you might as well fucking eat in here." It's funny. He didn't like that, did he? Mugged him up in front of his mates. Thought more of them cunts than he did us. Lovely. Yeah. She got a clump over that. Well, she would, wouldn't she? He was always pissed in there, weren't he? You know? We go in the pub to get our living, you know? That's where we do our business. He'd be there ] while we're sitting at home without a dinar, you know, thank you. And he'd promise things. You know? Promise to take us places, you know? Never did. Never took us anywhere. And when he did bother to come home he'd sit in that fucking chair, doss off with his tray in his lap. And I'd just stand there looking at him. I'd look in his face, and my mother'd go upstairs, and I'd say, "Say, Mum, ain't Daddy coming to bed?" And she'd say, "No. No, he's all right, son. He'll come up when he wakes up." He's gotta wake up to go to bed! Now, I'd stand there looking at this fucking old man, you know, my dad, you know, in that chair, that horrible fucking chair with the shiny, worn-out arms. I should've burnt the fucking thing. By the end he was hemorrhaging from both ends, you know? I used to hear him in the morning hanging on to the kharzi. It was lovely. Never stopped him going to the pub, though. No, he was well enough to do that. Now, one day, right, he's staggering across the pub pissed from the night before. He's gone over, crunch, right on ], like a fucking ironing board. ] around here, ] all over the fucking place. Me and me mum had to go the hospital to see him. We walked in. He's laying in bed. He's got tubes up his arms, fucking up his nose, down the back of his Gregory. He didn't look well. Fucking ] was keeping him alive. Well, I ain't that interested, so ], you know. I looked above his bed, and there's this sign, right, with some weird writing on it. I couldn't read too well at the time. I said to my mum, "Mum, what's that say? You know, that sign above Daddy's head." All right? She said, "Nil by mouth." "What's that, a football score?" One-nil, three-nil, two-nil, a geezer called fucking Nil. Yeah. I said, "Well, what's it mean?" She said, "It means...

Mark: It means nothing to eat.

Ray: [''points into his mouth''] Yeah, nothing down the...

Mark: Nothing down the... Yeah.

Ray: Yeah, all right. I remembered that day, because I could've put that on his fucking tombstone, you know? Because I don't remember one kiss, you know, one cuddle. Nothing. I mean, plenty went down, not a lot came out, you know, nothing that was any fucking good. And I'd look at this man that I call Dad, you know? My father, I knew him as Dad. He was my fucking dad but he weren't like other kids dads, you know? It was as if the word itself were enough, and it ain't.

Mark: That ain't when he died though, is it?

Ray: No. He lived another ten years, slippery old cunt. He died one afternoon in that fucking armchair. About right. I went around to see him, you know, when he was plotted up at me mother's.

Mark: Hatcham Road?

Ray: Yeah, Hatcham Road. He was upstairs in that front bedroom. Laid out.

Mark: Free.

Ray: Yeah. Yeah. I've gone up there, gone in. I'm sitting on the bed looking at him. He's laying there like... Mullered. And it was like he'd shrunk, you know? He was a big man.

Mark: He was a lump.

Ray: [''Sighs''] Yeah. You should know. You got enough clumps off the cunt. And I just touched him, you know? He was fucking freezing cold. It frightened the life out of me. I was looking at him, you know? For the first time in my life, I talked to him. I said, "Why didn't you ever love me?

Ray: I don't even wanna be here. Look at this cunt!

Ray: I'll fight for you... I'll fight forever... forever... I love you...

Dad: I don't fucking need this, Tom. I don't understand this. You know it hurts us. Are you just Iying or do you believe it? It's gotta stop. Can't have it, mate. Sorry I smacked you, but you hurt me. You don't know how feel. Mummy's all upset... Is it an attention thing. Alice...is that what it is? Sometimes it happens when a baby comes along. You know, it's the facts of life. I'd never put you in a home. I love you, I'd never put...

Dad: Don't you fucking talk to me! Get to fucking bed! How can you fucking say that to me?! You're fucking sick! You talk to me like that in front of your sister?! You're ill! You go behind my fucking back to your mother. You break this family up and I'll kill you. You're so fucking sick, you're going into care, Son! You're fucking going, you shit! You tell me things like that?! You're a fucking animal. Who the fucking hell are you?! You fucking talk like that? You're fucking ill. You're going to a fucking home. You're fucking scum! What are you doing to me?! What are you fucking doing?! You're fucking killing me. Fucking kid. Fucking animal. How can you talk like that? You go to your mother behind my back and talk shit?! You're fucking sick in the head. Something fucking wrong with you. Two years! Two years I've had this fucking kid. Two schools I've pulled him out of. Fucking trouble. You're breaking my family up, breaking this fucking family up. You break this family up and I swear, I'll fucking kill you. I'll fucking kill you. What are you doing to me? What are you doing to me? I'm going to the hospital... talk to your mother. He's filth. You're going into fucking care. I'll fucking sort this out. Getting fucking paranoid. Everyone's getting fucking paranoid. I can't fucking deal with this.

Dad: See what happens when you put things into people's heads? It steam-rollers on... and other people start to believe it. You gotta get rid of these thoughts, Tom. You gotta stop it. They're wrong, you know they're wrong. You're not sick, you're just, erm... just going through your teens. It happened to me. Are you pregnant? Is that what it is? Is it? See how you can put things into people's heads? I suppose I'll be doing it with him next. You can't keep saying these things, darling.

Tom Ripley: You're not planning on singing me through the door, are you?

Reeves: I've got the Carregio in here.

Tom Ripley: Well, you're not coming in.

Reeves: I'm fucking coming in.

Tom Ripley: No, because it's not a Carr-egg-io, it's a Correggio. Just like it's not tacco but ta-a-cco. Not pasto but pasta, see? Your entire education comes from classic car magazines and you dress like you're on a condom run for the mob. By the way, it isn't a Correggio, it's a fake Rembrandt, and until you know that, you're not coming in with me.

Reeves: Don't fuck me over here, prat!

Tom Ripley: Don't threaten me. I'm not the one wearing an earring.

Tubal-cain: I have men at my back and you stand alone and defy me?

Noah: I am not alone.

Tubal-cain: The ark, the beasts, and all of your women are now mine. I will build a world in my image!

Tubal-cain: I told you: I’m not afraid of miracles.

Tubal-cain: I am a man, made in your image. Why will you not converse with me? … I give life, I take life away, as YOU do. I am like you, am I not? Speak to me.

Tubal-cain: The Creator does not care what happens in this world. Nobody has heard from Him since He marked Cain. We are alone. Orphaned children, cursed to struggle by the sweat of our brow to survive. Damned if I don't do everything it takes to do just that. Damned if I don't take what I want.

Don: Talk to me, Gal. I'm here for you. I'm a good listener.

Gal: What can I say, Don? I've said it all. I'm retired.

Don: Shut up.

Gal: I'd be useless.

Don: Useless?

Gal: I would be.

Don: In what way?

Gal: In every fucking way.

Don: Why are you swearing? I'm not swearing.

Gal: No!

Don: Yes!

Gal: No!

Don: Yes!

Gal: No!

Don: Fat cunt!

Gal: No, No, No!

Don: Yes, Yes, Yes!

Arthur: Knights... Brothers and arms... Your courage has been tested beyond all limits.

Bors: Yes.

Arthur: But I must ask you now for one further trial.

Bors: Drink.

Arthur: We must leave on a final mission for Rome before our freedom can be granted. Above the wall, far north, there is a Roman family in need of rescue. They are trapped by Saxons. Our orders is to secure their safety.

Bors: Let the Romans take care of their own.

Gawain: Above the wall is Woad territory.

Galahad: Our duty to Rome, if it ever was a duty, is done. Our pact with Rome is done.

Bors: Every knight here has laid his life on the line for you. For you. And instead of freedom you want more blood? Our blood? You think more of Roman blood than you do of ours?

Arthur: Bors! These are our orders. We leave at first light, and when we return your freedom will be waiting for you. A freedom we can embrace with honour.

Bors: I'm a free man! I will choose my own fate!

Tristan: Yeah, yeah, we're all going to die someday. If it's a death from a Saxons hand that frightens you, stay home.

Galahad: Listen, if you're so eager to die, you can die right now! I've got something to live for!

Lancelot: Enough. Enough!

Dagonet: The Romans have broken their word. We have the word of Arthur. That is good enough. I'll prepare. Bors, are you coming?

Bors: OF COURSE I'M COMING! I CAN'T LET YOU GO ON YOUR OWN, YOU'LL ALL GET KILLED! I'M JUST SAYING WHAT YOU'RE ALL THINKING!

Floria: [''Putting a necklace on Elodie''; ''They both laugh with Lady Bayford bursting in their quarters''] It's perfect. Everything in here is so perfect.

Elodie: Stepmother. Is something the matter?

Lady Bayford: Elodie. I know we haven't always been close, but I need you to listen to me now. This wedding... is a mistake.

Floria: What?

Elodie: I don't understand.

Lady Bayford: These people, I don't trust them. It's hard to explain, but a mother knows these things.

Floria: Only yesterday, you were enamored by this place.

Elodie: Floria.

Lady Bayford: I was wrong. They may be royalty, but that doesn't make them good people.

Elodie: Well, what does father think?

Lady Bayford: He refuses to talk about it. And when I try to tell him my worries, he snaps at me.

Floria: That's because you're being unreasonable.

Elodie: That's enough, Flor'.

Lady Bayford: Elodie, I swear, I only want what's best for you.

Lord Bayford: [''Appears in quarters''] Am I interrupting something?

Elodie: No. Just... girl talk.

Lord Bayford: Well, tomorrow's a big day, and these girls need their rest.

Lady Bayford: Think about what I said. There's still time.

Lord Bayford: [''Lady Bayford gets up and walks to Lord Bayford''] Time for what?

Lady Bayford: [''To Lord Bayford''; ''Walks on''] I hope you know what you're doing.

Lord Bayford: Good night, my angels.

Elodie and Floria: Good night, father.

Lord Bayford: [''Walks on''] Good night.

Lord Bayford: Elodie. Can you hear me? I have made a horrible, horrible mistake. To sacrifice the one thing I love most. To trade your life for the good of my people. I thought I could take the gold. That I could live with myself. My choice. But I can't. I can't.

Lord Bayford: [''To Elodie''] We need this. Our stores are empty. We will not make it to the thaw. Your people need you. This is who we are.

Lord Bayford: [''To Elodie''] I have made a match. A prince.

Frank Costello: [Discussing Billy with Mr. French] Do you trust him?

Mr. French: Well, these days, who's reliable?

Frank Costello: His uncle Jackie was. I don't know...you just can't trust a guy who acts like he's got nothing to lose.

Mr. French: I'm reliable.

Frank Costello: Arnie, you're one in a million.

Mr. French: Ten. Ten million.

Frank Costello: What about your wife, Arnie?

Mr. French: I thought she was reliable.

Frank Costello: [Starts laughing] She wasn't!

Mr. French: [Scene cuts to French strangling his wife] ...Well, she got reliable.

Frank Costello: I'm going to have my associate search you.

Billy Costigan: No, no one's fucking searching me. Searching me for what?

Frank Costello: Contra-fucking-band. Take your shoes off.

Mr. French: Shoes.

Frank Costello: [to Costigan] I knew your father.

Billy Costigan: Yeah? You know he's dead?

Frank Costello: Oh, sorry. How'd he go?

Billy Costigan: He didn't complain.

Frank Costello: Yeah, that was his problem.

Billy Costigan: Who said he had a problem?

Frank Costello: I just said he had a fucking problem. There's a man who could have been anything.

Billy Costigan: Are you trying to say he was nothing?

Frank Costello: I'm saying he worked at the airport.

Mr. French: He's clean.

Frank Costello: Arm.

Billy Costigan: Arm? What fuckin arm?

Mr. French: [French pulls Costigan to a pool table] Show me your arm. Flip it. mmhmmm, mmhmmm...

Frank Costello: It makes me curious to see you in this neighborhood.

Mr. French: [removing the cast] He's clean.

Frank Costello: And if I can slander my own environment, it makes me sad. This, uh, regression. Plus, I don't know if it's beyond some fucking cop prick like Queenan to pull you out of the Staties and send you gift-wrapped to me. I just can't know. I wonder what they do in that particular department, anyway.

Frank Costello: [yelling] Are you still a cop?

Billy Costigan: [in severe pain] No!

Frank Costello: [yelling] Swear on your mother's grave. You're still not a cop?

Billy Costigan: [painfully] I'm not a fucking cop!

Frank Costello: [yelling] Are you going to stop doing coke deals with your jerk-off fucking cousin?

Billy Costigan: [weakly] Yes, yes, yes!

Frank Costello: [patting his back] All right, all right. It's okay. You'll be be all right. Get your hand taken care of.

Frank Costello: I'm sorry, but it was necessary. As for our problem with Providence - let's not cry over some spilled guineas.

Mr. French: Do you know me?

Billy Costigan: No. No.

Mr. French: Well, I'm the guy who tells you there's guys you can hit and guys you can't. Now, that's not quite a guy you can't hit, but he's almost a guy you can't hit. So I'm gonna make a fuckin ruling on this right now: you don't fucking hit him. You understand?

Billy Costigan: Yeah, excellent. Fine, fine. Fine.

Mr. French: I fucking know you. I know your family. You make one more drug deal with that idiot, fucking cop-magnet of a cousin and I'll forget your grandmother was so nice to me. I'll cut your fucking nuts off. You understand that?

Billy Costigan: Yeah. Yeah, I do.

Mr. French: What are you drinking?

Billy Costigan: Cranberry juice.

Mr. French: What is it, your period? Get him a cranberry juice.